How I Became a LGBTQ+ Ally 🏳️🌈 … and Then a Member
My uncle died of AIDS in 1990. He was gay. Of course, he was much more than that — not least of which, the reason my parents met. So in a way, I owe him my life.
His death was terrible.
It devastated my mother, who had been living and working with him in the antique store he had in Houston, out of an old gas station down the street from where my dad lived.